R107 tarmac road Morocco

The R107, An Epic Driving Day to Icht, Morocco

Zagan the motorhome’s stretching out each of his suspension struts, shuddering off a thick layer of dust, and clenching and unclenching his tyres to check for damage. Yes, yesterday we did something stupid we drove the unfinished R107 in Morocco. So today we are relaxing at the lovely Borj Biramane Auberge and Camping (N29.058956, W8.851843) just outside Icht, while we all recover.

Borj Biramane Camping Icht

Sanctuary at the campsite – we may never move! Jay’s not praying, he’s looking at Zagan’s front suspension…

Yesterday morning started well with a 5km jog along the gorge we were staying in. It was partly the views that kept me going, but mainly the women along the riverbed collecting up some sort of plant. From our bike ride the day before, we know that once they have a huge stack of the stuff they walk for miles with it. We have no idea what it is, but they must get up before dawn and take the best part of the day to get it back home.

After showers it was time for the off. Having cycled some of the route the day before, we fixed our GoPro to the windscreen as we knew it was going to be a pretty special drive along the gorge. We’ll upload it once we have some WiFi.

Jay’s previous night’s sleep had been fitful. Thoughts of a lorry bearing down on us, forcing us off one of the unbarriered bridges over the riverbed occupied his mind. Fortunately the only traffic we encountered were a throng of Dutch tourists walking the valley, a couple of cars and the local buses, packed to the rafters with unlucky (or lucky) passengers travelling on the roof. All of these mobile obstacles were easily navigated around.

Local bus in Ait Mansour Valley Morocco

As we wound our way along the narrow path snaking through valley floor, overhanging palm and olive trees brushed against Zagan’s sides and roof. The occasional ‘dong’ rang out to mark a fresh date landing on the satellite dish. We laughed and joked that anyone buying Zagan in the future may wonder where the marks had come from, and stopped several times to take photos of the beautiful landscape around us.

Hymer Motorhome in Ait Mansour Morocco Hymer Motorhome in Ait Mansour Morocco

At the end of the valley we turned onto the road Mustapha, our parking guardian for the past two nights, had drawn onto our map. The Biro road transported us to a Martian-like land of orange hills. Each hill covered in lines of rocks in swirling patterns, as though they had been combed.

Hymer Motorhome in Morocco

Along Biro road were small villages, also not on our map, where children ran towards the van shouting for sweets, pens or footballs. Jay stopped and chatted to one group of boys. The leader claiming to be 15, but looking so much smaller, could speak four languages – French, English, Arabic and the local dialect of Berber. Jay kindly told him that with his language skills he could do whatever he wanted, sadly all he wants to do is beg from the infrequent tourists passing by his home.

Camel on road

Moroccan road block

Hymer Motorhome in Morocco

We love the Biro road

Soon we reached the R107, a shortcut to the road we want to take across the south of the country. We’d heard it was paved most of the way to Igmir where we planned to spend the night, so we turned south and whooped as we tore up the miles on freshly laid tarmac. We were taken on a diversion off the smooth black top to avoid a bridge damaged by the recent rain, and laughed at how that would be the bit that wasn’t tarmaced. Of course you know what is coming. Ten kilometres from Igmir, the tarmac stopped.

Road sign in Arabic Morocco

The R107 ahead, Biro road off to the left

R107 diversion Morocco

Its only a couple of hundred metres of no tarmac, we can manage that!

We drove past a road roller and a few other yellow mechanical beasts working to get the piste road ready for its final spread of tarmac, so the piste surface was nice and flat and smooth. On we trundled, at a reduced pace. Our ‘satnav’ (we’re using maps.me which is free and works offline, as we don’t have a Moroccan map on our TomTom) showed the road winding around on itself, we were about to start the descent to Igmir. Now I’ve never seen The Grand Canyon, but Jay has and he assured me that we were about to drive into something that looked a lot like it.

R107 road to Igmir in Morocco

The road down to Igmir

Again we set the camera rolling, but it will never do justice to what our eyes could see. We’d seen images on the website for Gite Igmir, where we planned to stop for the night, shows a 4×4 tip-toeing along a precarious path to the town, so we were more than happy to use the newly-blasted out road, without its tarmac topping, to reach our digs, engaging first gear to get us down the last section of the descent. Sadly as we reached the entrance we realised we’d have to cross the riverbed to get to the Gite. We eyed it up and decided we didn’t want to risk Zagan’s tyres on the rocks. Behind us were ten kilometres of piste and a very steep hill, ahead of us it was around 30 kilometres to the main road, surely the tarmac would return once we were back out of the town? Surely?

Igmir, Morocco

Igmir

We trundled out of the town and the road got a little worse. Not quite as smooth as it had been and with a few more stones. However the scenery was still stunning, so we carried on, filling up an entire 2GB SD card with photos as we went.

Orange rocks and tree in MoroccoMotorhome on the R107 in Morocco

Slowly we realised that the tarmac probably wasn’t coming back. Now we were 20 kilometres along the piste with only 10 more to go, past the point of no return. So of course, we carried on. Creeping along to protect Zagan’s tyres meant we had plenty of time to drink in the views.

Looking at the entrance to the village you would think it was abandoned…

…but just around the corner there is life

This village has a stunning setting, but if you look closer…

many of the houses are ruins, possibly abandoned while new ones pop up next to them

After an hour or so, the views lost their appeal as the road got rockier. We both went quiet, thinking about what we would do if we got a flat or broke down here in the middle of nowhere, and slowly we both began to feel a bit sick in our stomachs.

Motocross bike on R107 in Morocco

The only traffic we passed, we should have taken it as a warning

By now we were bumping along on a bad piste, one that we would never have taken if we had seen it beforehand. Ahead of us a bridge of the river bed was broken but passable, nervous laughter filled Zagan as we wondered what would have happened if it wasn’t. That question was answered just a mile or so later. The bridge having been swept away by the rain, so we were diverted over the riverbed.

Broken Bridge R107 in Morocco

Not what you want to reach after 25 km on piste

Bumping along at a crawl we winced with every large ‘thunk’ from Zagan’s underbelly, wishing we had crossed the short and flatter riverbed to the Gite. Back on the piste, which to be honest was now resembling the riverbed for quality, we were diverted off again for a much longer stretch. Onward we crept in stony silence.

R107 diversion onto riverbed

After five hours of driving we now both had seriously frayed nerves, so at first we didn’t believe what we were seeing up ahead. Then as we got closer it was clear it wasn’t a mirage, it was tarmac. Not only that, but tarmac with a stripe on it, a proper road. If we weren’t so bushed we would have got out and kissed the tarmac like The Pope.

R107 tarmac road Morocco

After 30 kilometres of increasingly bad piste the mood in Zagan instantly lifted as his still intact wheels touched the black top. Pot holes and bumpy bridges became a joke once more and we both had that Friday feeling, on a Sunday. Once again the small towns and villages became picturesque, as we both realised how lucky we had been.

I’d have assumed many of these places were uninhabitable, but for the satellite dish and washing hanging out

After five and a half hours of driving we reached the campsite. Pulled in, parked up, put beer in the fridge and ordered chicken and chips for tea. As I stood in reception filling out the fiches (documents used to track you around the country in case you get lost) I looked up and saw a map on the wall advertising 4×4 adventures – guess which road they were taking?

Ju x

8 replies
  1. Chris and Peter says:

    What a suspense! You definitely are a very good driver, Jay! Congratulations on taking Zagan over such a road and not hurting him!!

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    • Jason says:

      I’m a slow driver, not sure about a good one! We were doing 10 to 15mph most of the time once on rough piste. Extended the frustration but seems to have avoided damage… Cheers, Jay

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  2. Wayne says:

    That’s what happens when Charlie’s in charge of navigation!
    Please take the map off him.
    Well done guys, great effort, great post, great photo’s. Bet you slept well that night.
    Do you carry a spare tyre?
    Kindest…Wayne

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    • Jason says:

      Charlie takes no part in navigation Wayne, he’s purely decorative, we can’t blame him! Since writing that we heard some guys taking 2WD motorhomes over 100km mountain piste roads in the High Atlas. We are wimps. It was a day to remember though, and those are nuggets to us, something of the highest value! Frogs going mad here, out-croaking the final call to prayer! Cheers, have fun, Jay

      P.S. Yes, we have a spare. A jack, not so much.

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  3. Jenny says:

    Hello Jason,

    I read about your post and also your video. The route that you have taken is beautiful and I was thinking to make some round in the South in 2021. Would be glad if you can share with me some of your route, especially this. Will travel from Agadir to East then down to Laayaoune. Thanks

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    • Jason says:

      Hi Jenny

      Thanks for getting in touch: sounds like you’ve a great roadtrip planned for next year!

      The took the R104 east from Agadir and up into the Anti-Atlas at Tafraoute – a well travelled and good quality road. From there we went south down the R107, taking the dirt road near Aoussift west for a mile or two to the painted rocks. From there we went south-east, on a road which leaves the R107 south of Aoussift and winds its way through the mountains to the Ait Mansour oasis gorge. The road was paved and generally in good condition, no problem in our lumbering motorhome.

      The road south-east through Ait Mansour to Afla Ighir is passable in a 2m-wide vehicle, scraping the palm fronds from time to time, but it’s paved and beautiful. From Afla there is a road through desolate mountains which runs south and then west back to the R107. From there we turned south and drove down the R107 to Igmir. The road most of the way was surfaced, and the last few miles towards Igmir was being prepared for surfacing so might be blacktop by now. The descent to Igmir was steep, and I’m unsure whether our van would be able to get back up, we never tried. From Igmir the road condition wasn’t good (but still we managed to pass without damage – some sand, endless small rounded rocks, no blacktop). The scenery was spectacular but it’s 4×4 or dirt bike territory for maybe 20km all the way down to the R102. I doubt this road will have been much improved, much of it ran right down a wide river bed valley.

      The route was spectacular but stressful as we were in the wrong vehicle! Good luck and happy travels, Jay

      P.S. I’ve just found this 2019 video which shows the R107 route. Some more of it has been sealed and the route looked easier than when we did it – maybe we missed some good sections or some of the bridges have been repaired: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LfS_15QvYB8

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